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Page 10
Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock
sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen ' s low Came to her :
without hope of change , In sleep she seem ' d to walk forlorn , Till cold winds
woke ...
Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock
sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen ' s low Came to her :
without hope of change , In sleep she seem ' d to walk forlorn , Till cold winds
woke ...
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In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thine infant
Hope . The eddying of her garments caught from thee The light of thy great
presence ; and the cope Of the half - attain ' d futurity , Tho ' deep not fathomless ,
Was ...
In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thine infant
Hope . The eddying of her garments caught from thee The light of thy great
presence ; and the cope Of the half - attain ' d futurity , Tho ' deep not fathomless ,
Was ...
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What hope or fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou
art not all alone : Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine
own ? Hast thou heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings ?
What hope or fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou
art not all alone : Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine
own ? Hast thou heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings ?
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Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Tho ' one did
fling the fire . Heaven flow ' d upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus
truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden show ' d .
Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Tho ' one did
fling the fire . Heaven flow ' d upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus
truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden show ' d .
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SONNET TO J . M . K . My hope and heart is with thee — thou wilt be A latter
Luther , and a soldier - priest To scare church - harpies from the master ' s feast ;
Our dusted velvets have much need of thee : Thou art no sabbath - drawler of old
...
SONNET TO J . M . K . My hope and heart is with thee — thou wilt be A latter
Luther , and a soldier - priest To scare church - harpies from the master ' s feast ;
Our dusted velvets have much need of thee : Thou art no sabbath - drawler of old
...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Publisher | C. Kegan Paul, 1878 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 23 Jan 2009 |
| Length | 379 pages |
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